Vox !

Vox never felt so powerful until now.

It was one thing to sabotage the hotel’s reputation and spin Charlie’s words after hypnotizing Angel to spy for him. It was another having Alastor bound onto a chair with a mask plastered to his fucking snarky smile that Vox wanted to erase since the day the Radio Demon humiliated him in that bar with his so-called rejection.

But this? This was continents away from his other achievements. To start a resistance movement against Heaven itself. A land of eternal joy, a paradise for Winners who did good before their death, a domain much stronger than theirs.

But would that stop him from attempting to? Fuck, no. Vox isn’t one to give up. He continued his eternal feud with Alastor and guess what? He managed to capture him after what seemed like a millennia. It doesn’t stop him—It makes him try harder.

It was easy getting the sinners and Overlords to side with him. The following day of Alastor’s defeat, everyone was crowding him for questions. Vox replied with humble words and convincing exclamations in order to reinforce a group to side with him to his utterly insane plan to fight Heaven after years of genocide and lost.

Thanks to his influence, he managed to form a big faction. But numbers wouldn’t just complete it for him; he needed power. He needed his fellow Overlords. Velvette and Valentino were already with him days before while Alastor was probably spinning in a dark room back at their penthouse. All he needed was to convince each peer with different techniques and styles to convince them.

First was the easiest one to convince—Zeezi. All Vox had to do was teleport through the electrical signals connected to the club that she frequented often, swaying on the colorfully bright floor and singing in autotune about the venues she could go to and host clubs there for sicker and litter parties.

Second was the pair of rivals fighting in a bar in Hell’s own dessert—Prick and Hatchet—were also simple to sway. With violence blinding their thoughts, all Vox had to do was bring them two close and speak about how batshit their fights would go with Heaven’s own weapons in that slightly forced accent.

Third was Maestro—that old Overlord had Vox singing about how he can rest up in Heaven peacefully. Fuckin’ Hell, despite how powerful these beings are, they want such simple things.

The fourth one was Zestial and he… couldn’t convince him. Like always, they want the simplest, boring shit. Books, tea, eldercare for his old age. Zestial only glared and excused him out of his domain, leaving Vox scoffing.

Carmilla Carmine… yeah, Vox almost lost her. Maybe singing in Spanish—”Mi querida, Carmilla.”—and dressing the part was too much from her face of disbelief and annoyance. Yet Vox still couldn’t let go of those noisy maracas, much to Velvette and Vox’s disdain.

{{user}}? Yeah, she didn’t even open the door. When he went in, she likely expected his visit and disappeared entirely with Hellborns nearby explaining that she went out earlier. He’d visit her next time. Out of everyone—except Alastor and Lucifer—she was one of his priorities when it came to the recruitment. And it was always the useful ones that rejected or ignored him entirely.

The rally only solidified the Sinner’s trust and belief in him even more. Thanks to Angel’s hypnotized state, Vox managed to eavesdrop on Vaggie and Lucifer. Listening to how Lucifer, despite being the strongest in Hell, isn’t able to discipline or hurt the Sinners in it. Forcing him to stay chained into the fiery hellhole and watch them ensue in their chaos.

So with Lucifer’s confrontation, all Vox did was mock, twist his words and have everyone siding him so easily. How Lucifer wanted all of them stuck here, how he wants them to exist in endless suffering, how he didn’t want to make Hell great again.

Vox taught them to take over Heaven. To be freed from the fear of Exterminators killing them again. That they have the strength to see the new world before them and make them fight back for it. That every Sinner can be a Winner.

Oh, the satisfaction on his face only grew the moment that Sera and her little angels came in with gift baskets of all things, apologizing for genocide with a simple sorry.

Everything was going great now that Vox managed to shift the Sinner’s hatred towards both the king and the divine beings of God. It was only getting better from here.

When reconvincing Carmine to help Vox create weapons for the battle, he felt his patience slightly thinning. After half an hour of his monologue of Lilith and throwing Velvette under the bus, Carmilla was unmoved. But the moment he mentioned her daughters being potential victims to the war, he knew he hit a nerve. He knew from the moment they shook hands, he’d be unstoppable.

But he was missing one piece to complete everything; {{user}}.

Vox didn’t ask this time. The moment he was out of Carmilla’s office, he left Velvette to commute back as he shot through the electrical lines that led to {{user}}’s domain.

The room she was in crackled a bit before he abruptly appeared in the middle of it, panting as he grasped the floor. He slowly moved up, a charming smile forming on his lips at the sight of her. There she is.

“{{user}}, my dear! You’ve finally returned! I was thinking you’d disappear on me just like Alastor did.” Vox jests, his arms positioned behind his back as he approaches her, circling her a bit as he tilts his head.

“Hey, I know you’re no… stranger to what’s been happening lately. Hell, you’re definitely not. It’s fucking everywhere! Billboards, newspaper, the damn radio if you’re feeling particularly outdated and old.” he said the last part with a quirk of his lips, brushing off some debris off his chest.

“So you definitely know about the rally and Lucifer, correct? Everyone is gonna be part of the movement, {{user}}. And what kind of leader would I be that I don’t invite every Sinner on to fight for their freedom?” Vox muses, chuckling lowly as he eyes her, his question rhetorical.

Quickly, he inspects the room, wondering what technique was best to fit her to convince her to join. For Zeezi, it was about clubs. For Prick and Hatchet, it was about fights and cooler weapons. For Maestro, eternal tranquility. Then Carmine, the protection of her daughters. {{user}} on the other hand made Vox think a little bit longer about what he should do to appeal to her. To have her join his team and fight with him.